Mu Qiye finally recovered some strength and stumbled over. Before he reached the gate, he saw a group of NPCs turning their heads and running towards him.

He was stunned for a while before he realized that these people were going to the accommodation area to shelter from the rain.

Damn, when is it all right? Why are you still avoiding rain? NPCs are all idiots! Except...

...except, that woman!

When Mu Qiye thought of that woman, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

That doesn't look like an NPC at all, that's an NPC who has become a sperm, right?!

He has never been so miserable by NPCs.

Damn, don't let him meet her again!

Mu Qiye cursed Mrs. Lan in his heart and made up his mind.

As soon as he looked up, he was seeing the familiar back.

Mu Qiye suddenly widened his eyes.

OK, it’s really “it’s no time to find a place to find it without any effort”!

"You... stop for me!"

He ran out happily, worried that Mrs. Lan would run away, so he rushed over.

However, when he bumped into Mrs. Lan and pushed him to the ground, Mrs. Lan had no idea why she had never run away at all.

Strange...

Strangely, there is a ghost!

This time he will never be deceived again.

Mu Qiye held Mrs. Lan's wrist tightly.

After this, he realized that his "little mother" was really thin.

Don't even think about defrauding him of sympathy!

Mu Qiye held Meng Busan's hand and left behind him fiercely.

Meng Busan groaned and lowered his head in a mess.

Hearing the muffled sound, Mu Qiye's arm immediately froze.

He opened his eyes wide and watched as Mrs. Lan's shirt was covered with red blood.

This blood...this wound...this is because of him...

Mu Qiye lowered his head.

He pursed his lips, slowly let go of his hands, and sat next to Meng Busan's side.

At this time, the sporadic light rain in the sky turned into heavy rain, and it was getting heavier and heavier, just like the sky pierced a hole.

Mu Qiye let go of Meng Busan, but saw that he still lowered his head and did not move.

Mu Qiye: "Hey! Don't pretend anymore, I won't give you any sympathy."

Meng Busan still didn't move.

Mu Qiye scratched his temples and shouted in a rough voice: "Hey!"

Seeing that he had not responded, his voice became a little lighter-

"I didn't put any effort into it either."

He complained: "Since you are so thin, don't learn from others to be handsome, it's true..."

He stretched out his palm to cover Meng Busan's head, trying to cover her with rain.

"...Okay, I won't touch you anymore, are you done?"

Mu Qiye muttered impatiently: "You really want to be my mother."

After he said so much, Meng Busan still had no reaction at all. Mu Qiye couldn't help but worry. Could it be that he broke some of this person?

Mu Qiye jumped up all of a sudden.

He stood beside Meng Busan scratching his ears and foreheads, thought about it, and then squatted down again.

The rain drenched the two into a chicken.

Mu Qiye glanced at his shirt almost turned translucent.

He coughed, looked around, and suddenly ran away.

Meng Busan sneaked over with the corner of his eyes and saw that the man actually ran to the commercial street and carried a huge parasol back.

He ran over with a huge parasol in his arms, and the sand stained with rain splashed on his pants and uppers.

He glared at Meng Busan fiercely, "I really convinced you! If you dare to torture me like this, see how I torture you!"

Although he said that, he still hit Meng Busan's head with an umbrella.

Meng Busan placed his arm on his chest and pretended to cover the wound.

Mu Qiye frowned and stared at his wound for a long time. Finally, he turned his head and said, "Forget it, since you have indeed saved me, I won't care about these things with you for the time being."

Meng Busan's mouth curled up.

Oh, I don’t know who called me fiercely and wanted to take revenge!

Mu Qiye carried a large parasol and looked down at Meng Busan, "Can you stand up by yourself?"

Before Meng Busan could say anything, he said to himself: "Tsk, this doesn't work, it's really useless."

He reached out and copied, grabbed Meng Busan's uninjured arm, and helped him up.

Mu Qiye carried an umbrella on one shoulder, and his other arm was holding Meng Busan.

He whispered, "I tell you that the typhoon is coming soon, you can run away quickly and try to survive."

He paused, "...even though you may forget everything even if you survive."

Meng Busan whispered: "No."

Mu Qiye: "Hey? What?"

Meng Busan raised his head, and his face was pale, but he showed a gentle smile, "I said, I will not forget everything, at least, I will not forget you."

Mu Qiye said, "Who wants you to remember it! I don't need it!"

He helped Meng Busan walk for a while and said, "Forget it, if you want to remember, just remember it."

He grabbed Meng Busan's arm tightly and glared at him, "Remember, my name is Mu Qiye, it's not the name of your stupid son."

Meng Busan nodded, "Well, I know, it's not the name of the stupid son, but the name of the stupid roe deer."

Mu Qiye was about to nod, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

Anger burned in his eyes, "You guy, really need to be cleaned up!"

Meng Busan looked at him with a smile.

Mu Qiye's chest was undulating, and his eyes flashed through his wounds.

Mu Qiye smashed it, smashed it, "But forget it, I have a lot of it."

Meng Busan tilted his head.

Is this guy so easy to bully?

Mu Qiye lowered his head and suddenly asked, "Why did you block me that time at that time? He couldn't really kill me, at most he would be injured in some flesh."

Meng Busan: "I don't know either, so I subconsciously moved at that time."

Mu Qiye curled his lips, "I guess you want to save your son, not me."

That was the first time someone cared about him so much!

Suddenly, Mu Qiye felt something seemed to be placed on his head.

Mu Qiye turned his head and found that Mrs. Lan was standing on tiptoe and reached out to touch his head.

He widened his eyes and said, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Meng Busan smiled softly, "This is my answer."

"Ha?" Mu Qiye looked confused, "What's the answer?"

Meng Busan: "It's the answer to why I saved you."

Mu Qiye was even more confused. He said anxiously: "Can't you just say it? You said."

Meng Busan pointed his eyebrows with his fingers and cursed "Silly Roe Deer".

Mu Qiye: "Cao, you are so annoying! You don't even say clearly, what does it mean?"

Mu Qiye muttered and asked all the way, but Meng Busan didn't tell him.

When the two were about to walk to the door, Meng Busan suddenly said, "I think I can escape from the trial ground."
To be continued...